I am looking through the window. There is a happy girl, surrounded by a bunch of friends. She walks like air and laughs like all is right in the world. I watch as she saunters to her boyfriend, giggling the closer she got. She walks with him to her class hand in hand, then comes out 40 minutes later. After being told that her hair looked especially pretty today, she goes to walk home with her friends. Sighing, I knew who this beautiful, vibrant person was. It was me.